Fever Dreams ??
I was dreaming or some may say having feverish nightmares.
I had just picked George Lopez as Best Dressed for Wednesday and Thursday. I must have had colored diamonds on my mind.
I was sitting in a big red, curved, booth with George, Maury Povich, Fred Couples, David Duval, and Cheech Marin at some fancy restaurant in Palm Springs. It was after Thursday's round of the Bob Hope Chrysler Classic.
I was eating Spaghetti and Meatballs. Just the meatballs though. I was licking the sauce of off one, that I had speared with my fork, while the guys talked.
Every so often I twirled the fork in my fingers while attempting to take in the entire meatball.
George was talking about all of us investing in argyle sweaters as that was the up and coming thing.
Maury just kept nodding and saying Sweet Jesus for emphasis.
Fred was eyeing my spaghetti noodles or my cleavage, not quite sure.
David was listening to Cheech, who has been giving David swing lessons. David was doing a lot of nodding.
Eventually, I placed the now sauce-free meatball on my plate. After which I picked up knitting needles and a ball of soft pink mohair yarn.
I started knitting David a garter belt. I'm almost finished. I needed a little satin rose for the front.
Joe Pesci showed up about that time to escort me back to the hotel so I could rest and get over this sore throat. He had antibiotics.
I'll be sure to find a rose and finish that garter belt before David tees up at the next tourney.
I'm not sure if I am supposed to wear it or David.
I woke up before that was decided.
posted by Musey @ 11:57 PM
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